Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from France and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sonny Sharrock to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chrome,
Deadbeat,
the Normal,
Junior Murvin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
Colin Newman,
Deakin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eddi Front,
Toni Rubio,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
Grauzone,
David Axelrod,
The Slackers,
David Bowie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gun Club,
Crime,
Dead Boys,
Minny Pops,
Theoretical Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Fatback Band,
DNA,
The Walker Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Hot Snakes,
Hashim,
The Smiths,
Tres Demented,
Rotary Connection,
Fat Boys,
Japan,
Slave,
Lakeside,
Zero Boys,
Tears for Fears,
MDC,
Sonic Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Flipper,
The Barracudas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Charles Mingus,
Motorama,
the Germs,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warren Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
The Fortunes,
D'Angelo,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Martian,
Rufus Thomas,
Dawn Penn,
Heaven 17,
Wasted Youth,
Malaria!,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.